⁸ Let the rivers clap their hands in glee!
    Let the hills sing out their songs of joy

¹² You will live in joy and peace.
    The mountains and hills will burst into song,
    and the trees of the field will clap their hands!

¹² You created north and south.
    Mount Tabor and Mount Hermon praise your name.

¹² The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture,
    and the hillsides blossom with joy.
¹³ The meadows are clothed with flocks of sheep,
    and the valleys are carpeted with grain.
    They all shout and sing for joy!

³ The floods have risen up, O Lord.
    The floods have roared like thunder;
    the floods have lifted their pounding waves.

¹ Come, everyone! Clap your hands!
    Shout to God with joyful praise!